Had to throw in the towel last night. Tried for hours to write this post but my computer kept freezing. How aggravating! Lillian, over at dVerse is hosting the prosery for Monday. It had to include the following line: If you are a dreamer, come in taken from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends.
She stepped back to better see the big picture. She could work with that. It would be spectacular! She stepped over the threshold to see inside. Marvellous! Ribbons hanging from the centre to each corner attached with flowers and herbs, boughs filling in the nooks and crannies with more for cushioning upon some logs acting as seats. Stacks of books and various adored baubles added to the décor. A stump for a table lit with oil lamps. It would be the perfect place for her story book club.
She heard the tentative footsteps just outside her door.
“If you are a dreamer, come in. Otherwise, you just keep on walking because there is no room for stuffy unimaginative types in this most sacred of places.”
Oh, Anne, it’s me, Diana! Do let me in! I have the most wonderful story to share with you!
This little piece of fanfic was inspired by Anne with an E…